Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Is it not convenient to even say this? After all, it is a bit embarrassing to say this in front of strangers. I might not be able to let go if it were me."

Isma nodded seriously, completely ignoring Mo Rong's stunned expression, then suddenly clasped his fists together, his eyes lit up, and raised his index finger next to his head.

Hey!

"Then let me ask the questions and you just nod or shake your head..."

"Etc., etc--"

Mo Rong hurriedly interrupted, his mind was now a mess: "Wait!"

No, how did she know that I like Zemer?

Who told her?

Why didn't you tell me?!

"I can't believe you're even more shy than Orgrim." Isma covered her mouth and chuckled, joking along with Orgrim.

"That's it for now, Knight Isma. As for you, please stop teasing Knight Orgrim. He's almost suffocating from the heat..."

Mo Rong cleared his thoughts, pointed at Orgrim, whose face was as red as an apple, and took the lead in taking back the right to speak.

Hearing this, Isma's cheeks flushed, and she turned away to look at the person beside her, muttering in a low voice: "What kind of teasing is this? You are such a jerk. You are such a jerk."

"Also, I want to solemnly declare that the relationship between me and Knight Zemor is not what you think, please don't misunderstand."

Mo Rong put away his joking expression and looked serious.

He didn't want Zemor to hear any rumors, otherwise the plan would be ruined before it was even executed.

"Not what I thought?"

Isma's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous light.

You want it, but you don’t want to be involved?

"You'd better explain to me what you just said, otherwise I don't mind asking you to leave."

When Mo Rong saw that her tone was not right, he knew that she was still thinking the wrong thing. He held his forehead with a constipated look on his face. When he wanted to explain again, he suddenly came to his senses and slapped himself on the head.

Silly!

He only remembered that the delicate flower had the power to purify the void, and forgot its original purpose.

The only reason Zemor gave it to him in the game was to use it as a memorial for her deceased lover.

So the true meaning of that flower is faithful love?!

Seeing Mo Rong standing there alone, slapping his head and sighing in frustration, muttering something like 'I'm so stupid, really, I only know...', Yishma thought that she had discovered his intentions and that he wanted to cheat and pretend to be crazy and stupid and stay here, so her brows immediately furrowed.

"I advise you to give up that idea. Some things cannot be desecrated. I believe you should understand what I mean."

As soon as he finished speaking, Isma felt as if something was missing by his ears. Turning back, he discovered that the battle in the arena had ended.

At this time, Mo Rong also looked up at the center of the crack in the distance, his expression startled.

Hegemo and Zemor were seen standing side by side, but there was an extra black hand on the handle of each of their weapons.

That was the senior standing behind them.

"you win."

Hegemo grinned, turned around and crossed his arms, looking at Bai with approval: "Good fellow, it's time to add some fresh blood to the Five Knights. One day I will propose to the king to let you be the captain of the Five Knights... No, the Six Knights!"

Zemor nodded: "If possible, I would support it."

Even if Hegmer didn't say anything, the knights understood.

With Bai's strength, the knight could have become one of them long ago, and they did suggest this to the king, but unfortunately received no response.

This made them a little confused. Could it be that he was still not satisfied with Bai's strength?

Anyway, the matter was left unresolved.

Bai withdrew his hand, nodded in a friendly manner, and quickly walked back to the sidelines while the white light around him condensed again, transforming into a set of flawless white shoulder armor and cloak that wrapped him up.

"Zemore and the others are done. You better listen to what I just said."

Yishma no longer paid attention to Mo Rong, and his expression returned to normal, but when he stood up and walked towards those people, he couldn't help but focus on him.

"Knight Hegmer, Knight Zemor, and..."

Mo Rong stepped forward to greet them. Although he met his senior first, he greeted the two behind him.

There is no way, after all, he doesn’t know what his senior’s name is yet.

"Oh, it's you?"

Compared with other knights, Hegemer obviously showed more enthusiasm and intimacy to Mo Rong. He walked forward and leaned forward slightly to look at Mo Rong.

The shadow almost covered his entire body.

"I felt you were familiar the last time we fought together. Have we met before that?"

Mo Rong nodded in agreement. He thought that he had left a good impression on Hegemer, so naturally he told him about the City of Tears and the Crossroads.

"Oh! I was wondering, but you are quite capable, you were able to win the guard selection competition, why don't you serve here?"

"Each insect has its own aspirations."

"Hahaha, you're right. Every insect has its own aspirations and you can't force them to do anything."

Hegemo smiled and patted Mo Rong's shoulder. The strong contrast between the big and the small made him look like a kindergarten physical education teacher encouraging his students.

"Excuse me, who is this?" Mo Rong pretended not to know the senior in order to find out his address.

"Just call it Bai, I won't reveal anything else." Hegemo blinked and asked the same question as Isma before: "What are you doing here?"

In order to prevent the farce from happening again, Mo Rong only came to find Knight Zemor.

"Is that so? Then I won't bother you anymore."

Hegmer stood up and turned his head to Zemor beside him: "Looking for you."

After saying that, he followed Bai forward. When the latter passed by Mo Rong, he took a deep look at him and turned his head away without much reaction.

In the distance, Isma's eyes were fixed on Mo Rong who was approaching Zemor, and all his attention was focused there.

In her eyes, Mo Rong did not make any extra movements. He just walked slowly to Zemor, bowed slightly, and then spoke.

"Knight Zemor, can I ask you for a flower?"

After the words fell, except for Bai who did not move, the eyes of all the knights in the venue fell on Mo Rong and Zemor in front of him.

The matter of flowers was no longer a secret among the knights who lived together day and night, so even Hegemer, who had just walked a short distance, suddenly stopped and looked back in surprise.

What does this kid want to do?

Zemor lowered her eyes, her white hair scattered on her face, making it difficult for Mo Rong to see her expression.

"Please rest assured, Knight Zemor, I have no other intentions. I just heard from somewhere that your flower has miraculous effects in some way, so I came to ask for one."

Mo Rong finished speaking with an expectant look in his eyes, but soon he took a few steps back in fear.

If you don’t agree, then just agree. What’s the big deal if your hand holding the bone nail starts to tremble?

A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Zemor's expression hidden under his hair was a panic that was extremely inconsistent with his overall temperament. Ever since Mo Rong finished the first sentence, that sentence had been echoing and repeating in her ears.

"...Can I ask you for a flower...Can I ask you for a flower...Can I ask you for a flower...?"

This this......

How can a bug confess right away? !